As a writer, I am messy. I am discombobulated and I can’t always
get my thoughts down in the way I want.
I have issues with making everything flow together, and sometimes I
don’t even know what I want to say, or what I should say. I have to pick through my messes piece
by piece and try to utilize the information that truly matters. I wrack my brain for hours trying to
figure it all out, but a lot of times I just want to give up, however I never
do. I always reach these
roadblocks and impasses that take so much strength to overcome. Brain farts and writer’s block are what
I experience in every single piece I do—especially if a big chunk of my grade
is at stake. I can’t half-ass
things; it’s just not in my nature.
I always have to give whatever I do 100 percent, or else the assignment would
have never existed the first place.
I envy the people that can get their writing assignments done
lickety-split, but then again I always wonder how good is their piece, really? I am extremely critical when it comes
to writing and everything that goes into it. I consider myself a perfectionist; and when I say this, I
don’t intend to come across as uppity in any way at all. It’s just because I am my own worst
critic. Having a perfectionist’s
mindset is both a blessing and a curse.
I am grateful for my ability to write on one hand, but on the other I
wish the task wasn’t so daunting. I
don’t consider myself a writer because I don’t necessarily enjoy it; I just do
it because I have to. I know my
teachers may cringe when they read these words but it’s the truth. I feel this way because so much thought comes
into play when it comes to writing.
To me, enjoyment should be almost thoughtless and effortless. Writing is not where my heart is per
se—art is. I can spend hours and
hours on a drawing or a painting and I barely even notice the time. When I write, every minute seems like
an eternity.
When we were given the assignment to write about ourselves
as writers in class a few days ago, I wanted to write more but I couldn’t think
of the words. I could only scratch
down so many details in so little time—granted, I spent a good amount of it
just thinking and not writing. When I get on a roll it’s like a breath of fresh air and I
feel like I’m coasting down a big freshly paved hill on my bike. It’s the greatest feeling ever. But when it comes to the dreaded task
of “revising”, there are times when I make drastic changes, times I make minor
ones, and there are other occasions where I don’t think I need to change
anything at all.
In conclusion, I am very much involved with my writing
process because I want my works to be the best they can be. I treat each piece with care and
attention so I can convey my thoughts as clearly as possible.
